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Wild Horses

(Sean Falco x F!Reader)

word count- 3500 (I'm on a damn roll!)

warnings- slight mention of torture, angst, episodes of PTSD, swearing, mentions of murder, oral sex (fem!receiving), penetrative sex

a/n- Sean wants to take you on a picnic at a scenic mountain overlook, but your horse and Mother Nature have other plans in mind. For @sheehanksgiving using the prompts "Sean helps you out of your wet clothes" and "hand-holdy sex" Gif by @sealotter

There was nothing in this world that had you believing Sean Falco would ever want to ride a horse.

“You don't have to do this,” you reassured him.

Flashes of the sensational trial of Cale Ehrendreich crossed your mind. The pictures of women, 20 when the dust settled, in various stages of horse tack. The trophy photos of blondes in bridles and horse bits. The one in particular Sean had accidentally taken of Katie Hopgood, Cale’s lone survivor.

The way the defense attorney tried to pin it on Sean and Derek who couldn't even defend himself being Cale’s final victim. You remembered watching Sean come undone at the seams. How his meddling and criminal masterminding leads to the murders of the Sandoval family.

That was the point your dad let out a laugh. He couldn't help it. You and your mom with tears in your eyes could only stare at him. “Criminal mastermind?! His face is all over the security cameras, and he walked into the FBI and confessed to being a petty thief.”

Still, you knew his heart had softened the way most people did for the Irishman. He was a polarizing figure: should he be punished for larceny, grand theft auto and breaking and entering? Should Sean be forgiven his sins because he, quite literally, stumbled on the most prolific serial killer of the 21st century?

But you knew him. Knew Sean Falco’s heart. Had for years. He was a survivor. And all he wanted was to find solace away from the public eye and to heal in the mountains. Was it ironic? Yes, but his therapist encouraged him. And just to spite his post-trauma brain, the ex-thief was thriving.

You strapped the saddle under the mare’s belly and felt a sting of jealousy when Sean’s phone buzzed. It dissipated when he visibly trembled at the vibration.

You knew it was Katie. Always Katie. Sweet, fragile, resilient Katie. They texted or spoke at all hours, but gradually less so since Sean had come here. Their co-dependence was slowly waning as Sean spent more time with you or taking photographs again. That and she was pregnant with a little boy.

“We want to name him after you and Derek,” she said over Facetime. The smile on her face finally reached her eyes in the time you got to know her. Katie would persevere. Her hand on her swollen stomach, “You saved me so that I could have him.”

And you would never understand his nightmares or headaches that blinded him from the injuries he sustained during their final hours with Cale. You held him in your arms when he woke up screaming, but Katie was the one he would text. A bond forged in trauma could not be broken.

“Crikey, I don't know the first t’ing about babies! Why’s she asking me?!” He held up his phone with two photos of cribs: one round and one square.

“Round. Then the baby doesn't have corners to roll into when he gets older.” You took Sean's phone and texted exactly what you said. Then stuffed the phone in his pocket. “No more. This is supposed to be a date. I’d love a threesome, but with a girl of my choice.

Sean rolled his eyes. “Fine! What should I do?” The longer he stood next to the horse, the more comfortable he seemed to become. His shoulders visibly relaxed.

You rolled your eyes and grinned. “First get your left foot in the stirrup, steady yourself on the horse and pull up. Then swing your leg over her backside.” You shrugged, “Easy.”

“Very,” he was skeptical.

“Go on,” you playfully swatted him on the butt. “Then we can get going. We've got to hit the summit by early afternoon so we aren't stuck in the dark on the way back home.”

Sean complied and you followed suit settling on the oversized saddle in front of him. You teased, told him to put his hands around your waist. To hold on to your hips or you. You realized he was vibrating with anxiety, so you let your body mold into him.

You gave a light kick to the horse’s haunches, and she started off. You let her meander at a pace between slow and leisurely. Sean's grip tightening every time the beast moved faster than he anticipated. His face is somewhat lost in your hair. Yet the further up you went, the more relaxed he became. It intrigued you.

You pointed out different trails and their odd history, but Sean stayed rather silent on your ride. Instinct told you he was lost in contemplation. Instinct also told you the air had changed. An electricity coursed through it, and the sky began to grey. The horse grew uneasy beneath you, but it was so subtle Sean was oblivious.

You tried to pick up the pace without drawing attention to yourself. Sean’s grip on your waist loosened. He moved your hair away from your neck and kissed it. He exposed your bare shoulder to do the same until his lips met under your ear. His embrace changed with hands that roamed under your oversized sweater to brush your stomach. He kissed your neck again.

“Sean,” you tried to chide him. His name left you in a soft moan.

“Oh I can't help it, sweetheart. It's these woods. They're different than,” he paused. His face lost in your hair again.

“It's gonna rain,” was all you could say in return. “You can tell by the air pressure. It's all staticy.”

“That's not just us?” Sean teased.

He took your chin and turned it back towards him. His tongue lingered on your lips before darting inside your mouth. Your grip on the bridle strap tightened and the horse responded with a buck. Sean's entire demeanor changed instantly.

His hold turned to vice-like. You squirmed and so did the horse. Then the skies opened up and it began to rain. There was a crack of a thunder whip, and the horse started to prance. She reared a few inches off the ground.

“Sean!” you hollered over the roar of the rain. He was desperately clawing at you. His eyes were glazed over. You knew he was somewhere else only Katie understood.

“Sean, look at me!” His eyes focused. “If she rears all the way up, you HAVE to let go ok? I'm going to turn us around. There's a cabin nearby that belongs to us. Will you be ok?”

He nodded and you veered off course towards the cabin.

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You took the horse into the empty barn that once housed a host of animals. You situated the mare in a stable and ran to the house with Sean behind you.

“Once we get the generator going, we can use the dryer. If you want, we can stay the night. We have clean robes and tow-”

There was a thud. Sean had dropped his messenger bag on the porch. He was crouched towards the floor with his long arms hugging his knees to his chest.

“No no no. I can't. I can't go in. Please. Please don't make me. She's in there. They're in there. Please.”

“Sean?”

You caught the wood pile in the corner and remembered the photos of Cale’s cabin in the Oregon national park. Your heart softened to his tears. Sean’s voice grew more panicked and louder.

“It's ok. Sean. It's not like that inside. I promise. There's a tv and shag carpeting and gauche furniture from the seventies. We have a hundred terrible DVDs, and a hand carved bed. But you have to trust me.”

You reached to rub his back, but he slapped your hand away. “Don't touch me!”

“Fine! I was just trying to help! Just come inside so you don't catch your death. It’s meant to frost tonight.”

Sean started laughing. It was maniacal, but he flinched when you tried to help him up. “Darlin’ everyone around me dies. I've tried though, but I can't catch fucking death if I tried. And I tried! Cale’s alive though. Fucking cunt monster. He gets to live, doesn't he?”

He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. He worked them furiously to stop the flood of tears. Then on his knees he screamed. It echoed off the trees and your heart. The horse in the barn responded with a cry of her own.

You felt a lump in your throat as your body began to shake. “Katie’s alive. You did that Sean. Katie is alive, and she gets to be a Mommy. You did that. Maybe it's a balance? A fucked up give or take. You lost Derek but you saved Katie. And she gets to bring a little boy into this world. Ok?”

Sean got to his feet and took the hand you held out to him. You brushed his knuckles with your lips then stood on tiptoes to draw him down into an innocent kiss. His forehead resting against yours after.

“You’re alive, Sean. That matters to me. Let's go inside, ok?” you whispered.

Sean agreed. The two of you left your shoes inside. You promised to come right back to find the generator. The cabin came to life including the electric fireplace someone had installed over the years.

“Well that's oddly romantic timing.”

Sean was lost in the light it threw. He held his arms to his body which shivered as much as yours. You ignored it to focus on the man in front of you.

“Lift your arms?” you gently suggested. He obliged and you tugged the sweater up over his head. His old tee-shirt next. “Undo your jeans, and I'll get the towels.

Sean caught your hand. He pulled you flush with his chest. His skin was clammy, but his fingers seemed to come to life.

He returned the favor by removing your own sweater and undershirt. His eyes trained on yours while reaching behind to unhook your bra. He kissed the pulse beat on the side of your neck. He traced over your jaw with his lips at the same time he cupped one of your breasts to massage it tenderly.

Sean knelt in front of you to unfastened your jeans. The denim hugged your body so he had to sort of wrest them down your legs. You giggled and bit your lip. Sean pressed his mouth to your stomach. His tongue sunk into your naval before slipping your panties over your hips to help you step out of them.

Sean stood and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. You stood naked in front of one another. Studied each other. Better smiles and cheeks ruddy with self-consciousness.

The last few months you spent slowly building to something. Like lovers waiting for their wedding night. Here in this cabin was the “furthest” the two of you had come since he walked back into your life.

“I.. I better shower so I can make us dinner.”

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“Dammit!” you swore after opening the cupboards. Bare. Why would they be stocked? No one has been here recently, including yourself.

The sounds of Sean in the shower were oddly comforting even after your own. You made your way to the bathroom door and knocked so as not to startle him. He answered, and you stepped in.

“It would've been more environmentally friendly if we showered together, you know.” You were certain he could hear the innuendo in your voice.

“Whot?!” He popped his head from the curtains. “Then how lovely for the blessed Mother Nature would it be if we were in here for thirty or forty minutes?”

Your face went slightly pink at the thought. “I think we need to cut your hair,” you mentioned instead.

Sean's eyebrows knit together in confusion. His hair nearly to his neck while straightened and wet. “No thanks.”

You leaned forward to kiss him. Unable to help yourself. “There's nothing to eat. So we either go hungry and leave at first light. Or we chance it after you get dressed.”

“Orrrr t’ird option,” this time he kissed you, “ye get the lunch I packed in my bag for us back at the lodge.”

“That's.. Romantic?” you chose your words carefully, unable to decide if it WAS romantic or if it was survival.

“I can be a Casanova when I want!” his chin jutted out in defiance.

“I remember,” you smiled at the thought.

You went out and found the satchel on the porch where he dropped it. Bringing it to the kitchen table you opened it up and pulled out sandwiches, fruit, macaroni salad and sodas. All of it from the little market in town, but put together with care.

You laid everything out for the two of you before digging into the leather bag deeper for Sean’s camera. Using two hands, one came in contact with a foil package. Realization dawned on you when you pulled it back out. There in your right hand Sean's camera, and in your left a few condoms.

“Sean,” you gasped more out of pleasant shock than anything.

You headed back toward the bedroom. Totally ignoring the man in only a towel drying off. You yourself had only found a bathrobe to wear while your clothes tumbled dry in the mud room.

You held the condoms aloft “Plan on shagging a moose with these?” you teased. Then your eyes focused. “Ohh.” But instead of turning away, you could only gawk.

"Or perhaps I was hoping we would do something as untamed as this mountain."

Sean, I don't think you're ready."

He beckoned you with a finger to come here. You stood in front of Sean, and he reached for your waist. Pulling you forwards so that you settled between his knees. He let his hands spread out across the terry cloth. Only this bathrobe and a towel separated your bodies. Your heart started to pound, and you bit a thumbnail. Your chest is as rosy as your cheeks heaved just slightly. You were mortified that somehow he would know how turned on you were.

"Are you trying to tell me what I want and I'm ready for? My therapist, and Katie, are always encouraging me t' replace the bad memories with good ones." He rubbed your back and shoulders. "I already know what being with ye is like. It's been so long, and you're so beautiful."

You sighed and leaned into Sean. His mouth warm on your neck when it trailed downwards. He pushed the cloth away from your shoulder to kiss it with such tenderness it took your breath away. Then he did the other before his mouth made its way along your collarbone.

Sean's hands were under the bathrobe now so they could travel the length of your skin. He jerked you forward so that you were sitting in his lap. His lips finally meet yours when you drape your arms over his shoulders for an embrace.

You broke the kiss. Your fingers caught up in the tendrils of Sean’s hair on the nape of his neck. You pushed the bits matted to his face away then left little pecks on the apples of his cheeks and tip of the nose.

“I'm so much better at it now.”

He returns the favor by kissing behind your ears. His tongue traces a line from your chin and deep in your mouth. You open up to it, letting him fill you. It explores you and you push back. Search the inside of him for a moment.

Sean pressed his forehead to your chest, “Me too.”

He takes a nipple in his mouth to tongue at it. He teases it, sucks on it slowly before a soft bite. Sean alternates between both of your breasts. Hot and warm lips sucking harder before changing to his hands. They cup a handful of you and massage while his lips find yours again.

Then in a whirlwind Sean has spun you around so that you're lying beneath him. Your head is somewhere in the pillows. You clutch one, the nails of your free hand dig into his shoulders to urge him along.

Sean kisses and nibbles bits of the flesh on your chest and stomach. He is inside your legs and situates them so that your feet are flat on the bed with your knees bent. Your body undulates and pulses with the knowledge of what he's about to do. He snakes his arms under you and pulls your thighs apart with his large hands.

You look down at the dark hair already beginning to curl as it dries. Your tight grip gets lost in it, tugs a little which causes him to growl. Or moan. His breathing is heavy, seductive almost, on your inner thighs. He kisses both of them too before his mouth envelopes the mound of your sex.

“Sean,” you moan. “You don't.. I mean.. fuck..” You struggle to get out a complete thought when his tongue plunges inside of you.

You writhe under him. He massages your thighs while the tip of his tongue searches for your clit. He flicks it a few times in quick succession before lapping at you. Sean taunts your sex with his lips and mouth. He takes a slow path along the entrance before diving back in.

Your grip on his hair tightens and twists. Your hips buck into him. You start to ride his face as he lashes your clit with his tongue. He switches from tip to sucking harder with each stroke. It's almost unbearable.

“I'm gonna-” your moan suffocates whatever the rest of your sentence was. You feel the spark in your stomach and sex.

“Cum?” Sean suddenly looks up at you.

You open your eyes and gaze in his direction, but he's now concentrating on your clit. Sean is on his knees with his middle finger replacing his tongue. It works deftly to create little circles around the bud of nerves. You relax into it.

“Sean! Fuck. Fuck,” you squirm.

He smiles. He bends to kiss you. Then he puts his hand between your breasts with his palm flat. He runs it down the center of your chest and stomach. Over your hip and up your waist to your breasts again. Then it curls around your neck to lift the back of your head off the pillows so your mouths meet again.

You taste the bitterness and how turned on you are. You prop up on your elbows and Sean holds your face in his large hands to study you. He kisses you once. Twice. A third time. Kisses that are soft and barely there before nuzzling his nose along yours.

“I want to be inside of you,” Sean whispers in your ear. His command is more like a plea.

Before you can prevent it, the next words flood from your lips into the bedroom. “I love you.”

Sean sits back on his haunches seemingly shocked. Your face turns hot.

How could you be so stupid?! It's only been a few months since he came back into your life, but you couldn't fathom losing him. Not again. It was stupid and archaic and maybe childish even to believe in true love. Yet, here it was. You laid yourself bare for it.

Sean got off the bed to scoop up one of the packages you let drop to the floor. He tore into it before taking his strained erection in one hand. The other slid the condom on the tip, unrolling it and held it in place.

You watched him as he ran his hand down the length of his shaft. He caressed his cock a few times before crawling back on top of you. Sean found you slick and wanting.

Your nails dragged lightly over the small of his back to his ass. Your free hand helped to guide him inside of you where he thrust forward until he was buried deep inside of you.

Sean started a slow rhythm you matched easily. Your ankles lock on his hips while clinging to him. He takes your hand in his. Your fingers weave together in the sheets.

The faster he rocks against you, the further in you he goes. Your bodies start to collide. Crashing into each other like waves. Sean squeezes your hand tighter than he probably meant to. You gasp from the sudden pain but are overwhelmed by the friction he's built up. You claw at his back in response.

“I love you,” he cries in your ear. “I love you. I love you.”

The beat of those words match his pace. There's sweat on his forehead and cheeks that mingle with tears. You move to kiss them. You’re happy that for once he doesn't turn and brush them away angrily.

Sean shows you his vulnerability and his heart and how it's broken. HE'S broken. That it was the mountains and lake that made him stop. But YOU were the reason he stayed. The reason he hasn't left.

You can't erase what Cale did, but together you and Sean can build a new life on top of it.

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